I was looking forward to Aliens: Colonial Marines, but that isn't coming out until 2010, apparently.

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I'm sorry, man, but I've got magic. I've got poetry in my fingertips. Most of the time - and this includes naps - I'm an F-18, bro. And I will destroy you in the air. I will deploy my ordinance to the ground. Charlie Sheen

I'm revising my list to none. Not buy a single fucking one. Going to College. Cant afford that shit. Its either Video games or booze. I choose booze. (Drastic statement. I will get a couple from Bday stuff and Christmas. No fucking idea which ones though or how many.)

I'm revising my list to none. Not buy a single fucking one. Going to College. Cant afford that shit. Its either Video games or booze. I choose booze. (Drastic statement. I will get a couple from Bday stuff and Christmas. No fucking idea which ones though or how many.)

I'm looking forward to the new Halo game, I'm debating on putting a deposit down on it. Games seem cheaper when you pay in advance in small increments. If I don't get it, I will get the new Halo 3 multiplayer maps when they are available for download.

Otherwise, I'm holding out for Assassin's Creed 2 in November. I'm putting a lot of stock in that being an amazing game; probably going to pre-order it soon too.

uncharted 2: among thieves and fallout 3: broken steel... those are the only games on the current horizon... i thought maybe batman: arkham asylum but, i'm going to cedar point at the end of september so, i'm trying to save my money till then... but, i can't pass on either of those two because i'll end up kicking my own ass for doing so...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

- batman: arkham asylum - still might get it this year, got GREAT reviews...- leisure suit larry: box office bust - didn't even bother, got HORRIBLE reviews...- this is vegas - is this game still in development? i haven't heard anything in months... don't care for it anymore...- red dead redemption - not sure anymore... maybe not this year...- god of war III - march 2010...- assassin's creed II - probably...- indiana jones - decided to pass on this...- LA noire (whenever that may be) - pass... pry won't even come out until 2011...- uncharted II - MUST BUY!!- infamous - played it, loved it...

forgot i even posted on the first page... i did get godfather II and i thought it was great! didn't carry any replay value but, had fun... i was hoping the new liesure suit larry would be like magna cum laude but, it sounded like a horrible game... i didn't even bother looking into it after i read a couple reviews... and i'm probably passing on red dead redemption this year... played infamous and GOD THAT WAS A GREAT GAME!! but, it appears that assassin's creed II and uncharted II are the ones i want to get this year... and maybe batman still but, i'm not in a rush to play it even though it's gotten some of the best reviews this gen...

i can't think of any games other than those that i want this year... i would really like to know more about afrika though... sounds like a lot of fun... 2010 looks like the busy year for games to me... AGENT, fallout: new vegas, god of war III, grand turismo 5, MAG, heavy rain, etc... looks like i need to save up some money for next year ...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.